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Death the Kid: Hey, can I just shoot them. I'm real bored
Liz: Why would u want to shoot them..... Well, Black Star, I can see why, but why Soul
Death the Kid: Nothing against Soul... but I just really love to shoot stuff
(About a few seconde away)
Soul: Dude
Black Star: Dude
Soul: Dude
Black Star: Dude (Hugs Soul)
Soul: (Hugs back) Dude
Black Star: Dude
Death the Kid: Bored now
Soul: Du- (Both of them get shot)
Death the Kid: Ah. That's better
Fans: OH MY GOD, HE SHOT SOUL....... (Unconcerned) Oh, and.... he also shot... I think his name was Black Stall

Death the Kid: u CAN'T SAY SEVEN! SAY EIGHT, DAMMIT! EIGHT IS BETTER! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO CUT THE NUMBER SEVEN IN HALF AND MAKE IT SYMMETRICAL! IT HAS TO BE EIGHT INSTEAD! EIGHT CUT IN HALF VERTICALLY of HORIZONTALLY STAYS PERFECTLY SYMMETRICAL! (Breaks down and starts whimpering) I beg you, please say eight. I'm begging you
Soul: ................. Dude, seriously, what the f**k is wrong with you. Are u mentally challenged of something
(And, I am out of ideas for this scene, so for the remainder of the time, I give u dots .................................. ........................... ......... .......................................... ............... . . . . . . ...............)

Black Star: And thats how I let him get away
Death: Black Star, I have never, and I mean never, wanted to hit a little kid as much as you
Black Star: ....... So your not here to reward me? Well, thats okay, I'm hear to reward u (Holds out sheet of paper with his name on it) It's an autograph from me
Death: (Hits Black ster in the face) I f**king hate you, Black Star. I really do. Go die. Seriously, go f**king die
(And........ I got nothing else............ So yeah.................. That's about it................... Well, that's mah mama................................................. I'll be going now)